So, late last week, I’m hearing all this bullshit bubbling in the news about Genocide Joe calling for a “pause” in the Israel-Palestine “conflict”
so that the hostages can get out safely — god bless their exceptional
asses — and maybe also so that any Palestinians remaining who are
actually able to move can also get out, and probably end up being bombed
on the highway to the refugee camps, or bombed at the camp once they
get there, or both; thanks so much, Joe.
And as I was starting to work on this piece the night before the big mobilization for Palestinian solidarity here in DC this past Saturday, I was seeing a lot of chatter on the Web about how Israel should be expelled from the United Nations for this horror — an excellent idea, though they’d never get it through because Israel’s big, fat, rich asshole Uncle has veto power at the Security Council. Still, what an awesome thought — drum the bastards outta the UN.
But, aaaanyway, yeah; El Presidente wants a “pause”.
“Pause”, my goddamn ass. Time to hit “Stop” and “Eject”. Israel is the scuffy, overplayed, worn-out, hissy old British post-punk mixtape tangled up in the Earth’s 1989 cassette/CD combo boombox, and no pencil made can save it.
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